Amore Immortale

See, I may write a thousand rhymes With my lyrical tranquil art, And weave thy name on threads of time To melt thine ardent heart. To please thy tender heart, my dear, I may sing a thousand songs, That soothe for aye each trembling tear And heal the antique wrongs. But neither the lines nor melodic grace Of saccharine songs in tune, Can ever depict thine occult face Beneath the idyllic moon. And neither the words nor lyrical charms In the waves of rhythmic sea, Can ever express the love that comes From me and goes to thee. For it seems that I have loved to thee In countless modes and ways, And we love with a love greater than we Which is beyond the nights and days. Which is beyond the diurnal moves, my dear, Of this seraphic baffling Sphere; A love so young, a love so true After thousand mystic years. And it seems that all the potions deep In the Earth's eternal sea, Carry for aye my secret ship In the magic shores of thee. For in every star and every place And every lyrical line, I find thy tranquil mystic face Ere the eyes of mine. And with every breath and every beat, In every purple year; Through echoing woods and echoing streets Thy silent voice I hear. And thy fragrance so slow unfurls The secrets of my breast, Like gilded stones and sparkling pearls As keys open the chests. And it seems that I have loved to thee, Yeah loved forever high! For thousand moons and thousand springs Under the endless sky. And we have danced hand in hand Amidst a thousand hearts, And promised to straighten every bend And never ever to part. So kiss to me, my fragrant rose, The melody of my soul; Let us break the chains of woes And blend for aye as whole. And lock for aye our virgin blood With the iron gates of trust, And sing forever, O sweet bird With the hot rhythms of lust. And neither death nor evil powers Will dare to part our hearts, For our love shall live in sacred flowers Immortalized by arts!